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The Love of Ladies Behind Locked Doors.	By : Menydragon5 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Miranda Lawson strode through the gleaming corridors of the Normandy SR-2, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor as she approached the observation deck. She had much to discuss with Samara, the asari justicar whose unyielding code had intrigued her from the moment she'd stepped aboard. Entering the serene chamber, she found the blue-skinned warrior gazing out into the vastness of space, her slim body silhouetted against the stars.

"Samara," Miranda began, her voice a soft yet commanding murmur. "We've received new intel on your daughter, Morinth."

Samara's eyes narrowed, her full purple lips tightening into a line. "Speak."

"The Demeter's last known location was traced to the Nemean Abyss. It's a dangerous place, but if we're to find her, it's where we must go."

"The Abyss," Samara echoed, her voice a blend of determination and dread. "Very well. I shall prepare for battle."

Miranda stepped closer, the curves of her C-cup breasts subtly shifting under her tight-fitting uniform. "There's something else you should know," she said, her brown eyes searching Samara's stoic expression. "The Illusive Man is... interested in your pursuit."

Samara's gaze remained steadfast on the stars. "I am bound by the Code to bring her to justice," she replied evenly. "My oath to Shepard does not change that."

"Understood," Miranda nodded. "But beware, Justicar. The Abyss is not just a physical challenge. It tests the very fabric of one's will."

The tension in the air thickened as Samara turned to face her, her B-cup breasts shifting with the motion. "You speak as though you fear for my resolve."

Miranda leaned against the railing, her curvy hips framing the void. "I fear for no one's resolve but my own," she confessed. "The Abyss has a way of revealing what we truly are, beneath the armor we wear."

Samara stepped closer, her curvy ass shifting with the grace of an asari dancer. "And what, pray tell, do you think you'll find within me?"

Miranda's eyes searched the depths of Samara's, finding the unyielding steel beneath the calm surface. "A warrior," she murmured, "but also a mother. And it is that motherly love, I suspect, that drives you more than any code."

Their conversation grew heated, the weight of their shared missions pressing upon them like a physical force. Miranda spoke of her own father's shadow, the genetic enhancements that had shaped her life and her fear of never truly earning her achievements. Samara listened intently, her own past whispering of a time when she had been a mother, before her daughters' fate had torn her world apart.

Their dialogue danced around the edge of friendship, two strong-willed women bound by a common cause yet haunted by their own inner demons. Miranda spoke of her skepticism towards Shepard, the hero whose legend had grown too large for their shared reality. Samara countered with her unwavering belief in the Commander's integrity, a belief that had led her to swear the Third Oath of Subsumation.

Their words painted a picture of two lives intertwined by fate, each seeking redemption in the cold vacuum of space. As they delved deeper into their pasts, their voices grew softer, more intimate. Miranda's insecurities laid bare, Samara's sorrow a palpable presence in the room. And yet, amidst the turmoil of their souls, a spark of understanding began to flicker, a connection forged in the fires of shared adversity.

Their conversation was a dance of words and emotion, each step revealing a layer of vulnerability they had not shown to anyone else. Samara spoke of the pain of losing her daughters to the very fate she had hoped to protect them from, her voice cracking with the weight of a thousand years of regret. Miranda, in turn, confided in her struggle with the legacy of her father's obsession and her own quest to define herself.

The air grew thick with the scent of desire as Miranda's hips swayed with a newfound rhythm, her eyes never leaving Samara's. "Sometimes," she murmured, "the most brutal path is the one that leads us to the most unexpected of comforts."

Samara's gaze followed Miranda's retreating form, her heart racing with an unfamiliar mix of longing and anticipation. "Miranda," she called out, her voice a low purr that resonated through the quiet corridor.

Miranda paused, her hand hovering over the door panel to her quarters. "Yes, Samara?" she replied, her voice laden with curiosity and a hint of challenge.

"You speak of distractions," Samara said, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "Perhaps... perhaps we could find one together."

Miranda's eyes sparked with interest, the corners of her full pink lips turning up in a knowing smile. "Are you proposing an alliance, Justicar?"

"I'm proposing an... understanding," Samara corrected, her eyes shimmering with an intensity that mirrored the stars outside.

Miranda stepped closer, closing the gap between them. "Understanding," she repeated, her breath warm against Samara's neck. "The most intimate form of knowledge, don't you think?"

"Intimacy is not something I am unfamiliar with," Samara whispered, her slender fingers brushing against Miranda's arm, sending a shiver down the human's spine.

"Yet, it seems we both carry wounds that need soothing," Miranda said, her eyes never leaving Samara's. "Would it be such a crime to find solace in each other?"

Samara's hand rested on Miranda's hip, the warmth of the human's skin seeping into her cool blue palm. "My Code is strict," she murmured, "but even a justicar requires... release."

Their eyes locked, a silent agreement passing between them, a promise of passionate escape. Miranda leaned in, her full breasts pressing against Samara's firm chest, and whispered into her ear, "Let me show you what it means to be human, Samara."

The asari's breath hitched as Miranda's hand slipped behind her neck, guiding her down for a kiss. The contact was electric, a fusion of two worlds colliding. Samara's arms wrapped around Miranda's waist, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together, exploring the contours of each other's mouths with a hunger that had been building for weeks.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies melding together as if by instinct. Miranda's hand roamed Samara's back, tracing the lines of her armor before slipping beneath the fabric to caress the smooth skin beneath. Samara's grip tightened, her biotic field flickering to life, lifting Miranda slightly off the ground as the human moaned into her mouth.

Their kiss broke, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, panting, the weight of their desire hanging in the air. "Take me," Miranda breathed, her eyes dark with need. "Let's forget the Abyss, if only for a little while."

With a nod, Samara swept Miranda into her arms, carrying her into the room. The human's heart raced against her chest as the asari laid her down on the bed, her eyes never leaving hers. They began to undress each other, their movements slow and deliberate, revealing inch by inch the curves and contours that had been hidden beneath their uniforms.

Miranda's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Samara's naked body, the alien beauty of it both thrilling and overwhelming. She reached out to trace the curve of an asari breast, feeling the soft mound of flesh give beneath her touch, the nipple hardening at her fingertips. Samara's eyes closed in pleasure, a low moan escaping her lips as Miranda's hand explored further, her thumb circling the sensitive peak.

Their kisses grew more heated, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Samara's biotic field grew stronger, the air around them crackling with energy as their passion grew. Miranda's own body responded in kind, her legs wrapping instinctively around Samara's waist as the asari grinded her pussy against hers.

"Tell me," Miranda gasped between kisses, her nails digging into Samara's back. "How does it feel? To have such power?"

"It feels... right," Samara murmured, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "To share it with someone... to be this close."

Their hips moved together, a symphony of desire that seemed to echo the very pulse of the ship around them. Miranda's legs tightened around Samara's waist, her heels pushing into the small of her back, urging her closer. Samara complied eagerly, the friction between their pussies sending waves of pleasure through their bodies.

"Is this what you want?" Miranda whispered, her voice a sultry challenge. "To feel something real?"

"I want to feel... alive," Samara confessed, her breath hot against Miranda's skin.

Miranda reached down, her hand finding its way between their bodies. She touched Samara's clit, a delicate button of pleasure that seemed to pulsate beneath her fingertips. Samara's eyes snapped open, her breath catching as Miranda began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.

"Oh, fuck," Samara groaned, her body arching.

Miranda's smile was all teeth. "Good," she said, her voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream."

Their conversation grew increasingly sensual, their words a blend of gasps and whispers that filled the air with a palpable heat. Miranda's hand moved faster, her thumb pressing firmly against Samara's clit while her fingers slid inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot.

"Miranda," Samara moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh, by the Goddess..."

"Call me by name," Miranda demanded, her own breath ragged with need. "Let me hear you."

"Miranda," Samara breathed, her voice a mix of awe and desperation. "Miranda, please..."

The human's touch was a revelation, a symphony of sensation that seemed to resonate through every fiber of Samara's being. She had melded with countless partners in her long life, but never like this. The raw, unfiltered passion was almost too much to bear, yet she craved more.

"Fuck," Miranda murmured, her hips rising to meet Samara's grinding. "You feel so... so..."

"Good?" Samara suggested, her own voice a throaty purr.

"More than good," Miranda corrected, her eyes locking onto Samara's. "You feel like home."

The asari's eyes filled with tears, the weight of Miranda's words striking a chord deep within her soul. For a moment, she stilled, the gravity of what was happening between them sinking in. Then, with a fierce determination, she leaned down, capturing Miranda's mouth once again, her tongue plunging deep as she ground into her.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust and stroke a declaration of their shared need. Miranda's fingers dug into Samara's ass, pulling her closer, urging her deeper, as the human's own hips rolled in a delicious rhythm.

"Samara," Miranda moaned, her voice a plea. "Don't stop."

"Never," Samara promised, her eyes burning with intensity. "I'll never stop."

Their climax built, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to stretch out into eternity. Miranda's legs tightened around Samara's waist, her body shaking as she approached the edge. Samara's own orgasm was close, the biotic energy around them growing stronger, more potent.

And then, with a shared cry that echoed through the room, they tumbled over the precipice together. Samara's biotic field flared, the room briefly lit by a soft blue light as their bodies convulsed in ecstasy. Miranda's eyes widened, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave, leaving her gasping for breath.

"Samara," Miranda managed to murmur as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her. "Oh, Goddess, Samara..."

"Call me by name," Samara whispered, her voice a gentle command as she continued to grind against Miranda's wetness. "Let me hear it."

Miranda's legs tightened around Samara's waist, her eyes fluttering closed as she whispered, "Samara... oh, Goddess, Samara..." The asari's name on her lips was a mantra, a declaration of the connection they shared in that moment.

"You feel like a dream," Samara murmured, her breath hot against Miranda's neck as she continued to grind her pussy against the human's. "A beautiful, forbidden dream."

Miranda's legs tightened around Samara's waist, her nails digging into the asari's back. "And you," she managed to gasp out, "feel like... like nothing I've ever felt before."

Samara leaned down, her breasts brushing against Miranda's, and whispered, "You're the first human I've ever been with."

Miranda's eyes searched hers, a mix of surprise and arousal in her gaze. "Is it... different?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Samara nodded, her breathing still heavy from their shared climax. "Yes," she admitted, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through Miranda's very bones. "Very different. Your passion... it's... intense."

Miranda's eyes searched Samara's, a silent question lingering. "How so?"

"It's... raw," Samara explained, her breaths still coming in short gasps. "Intimate. It's as if we're not just sharing our bodies, but our very souls."

Miranda's eyes searched Samara's, the depth of understanding between them growing with every passing moment. "I feel... alive," she murmured. "More alive than I've ever felt."

Samara's biotic field grew stronger, a gentle pulse that seemed to resonate with Miranda's own heartbeat. "And I feel... connected," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "To you, to this... to life."

Miranda's eyes searched Samara's, her own heart racing. "Connected," she murmured, her hips moving in time with Samara's. "It's like... we're two sides of the same coin."

"Perhaps," Samara said, her voice a soft purr as she leaned down to capture Miranda's mouth once again, "we're simply two stars colliding."

Miranda's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I've always had a taste for the explosive," she murmured against Samara's lips, her legs tightening around the asari's waist as she felt her own desire rekindling.

Samara chuckled, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through Miranda's body. "Then you're in for a cosmic experience," she promised, her own voice thick with need.
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